Birthday Punishment Gift for Sissy

Leading up to my birthday, I kept demanding that my wife have more PIV sex as her wifely duty and my manly privileges of marriage. She replied, "We'll see." That evening, she decided to practice her marital rights by making me dress up in feminine attire. "Husband, I'm inviting your inner sissy to celebrate your birthday. Admit what you are," she demanded. But I resisted, feeling embarrassed and ashamed to be standing in front of my wife dressed in a racy skirt, flowery panties, and a lacy bra. I mumbled something about wanting to have sex. She whispered, "A penis in pretty panties can't please my pussy. The words from your mouth keep trying to deny your femininity but your penis is openly confessing the truth."

She had caught me in a lie. My wife sentenced me to be punished for not being true to myself, for whining about not getting sex and blow jobs, and for pretending to be a masculine man. She told me to lie face down on the bed. She elevated my buttocks over pillows, and restrained my arms and legs with ropes. She paddled me many times and severely enough until I admitted the truth. Then she spanked me even harder, repeating strokes on the same side while making me repeat the forbidden 5-letter word to describe myself. When it was over, it was certain that my butt would be too tender to sit.

My wife turned me over and tied me down, facing up. "You demanded oral sex, so now you shall get your wish, just the other way around from the blow job you imagined." She blindfolded me, explaining, "You're not allowed to see, only taste." She hovered over my face with legs folded on either side of my head and ordered me to lick her clit for a long time until she orgasmed. My dick stood hard from being smothered under her sweet pussy. After rolling off, she pulled her panties tightly over my head, pressing them against my face. "Breathe deep, because this is as close as you're going to experience pussy."

She snuggled up next to me, then taunted me with intensely humiliating reminders. "I bet you'd love to get a nice juicy blowjob or a tight pussy fucking, right? Any other man would surely get such pleasures on his birthday, but not you. Sissies don't get to enjoy sex, and poor baby, you're not even going to get an orgasm!"

My wife kept me tied down and toyed with me, running her fingers all over the edges of my skimpy attire, admiring the textures, lace, and colors. "So delicate, so feminine, so pretty. So perfectly opposite of what a rugged, manly man would wear. But perfectly suitable for a SISSY, right?" She made me affirm it repeatedly. She played with my penis by stroking me with feathery touches only, bringing me to the edge repeatedly while reminding me that I was happiest when she kept me hungry under her strict authority. "You were meant to be submissive to me." I pleaded for real stimulation, but she refused. "You should know better. A guy who wears girly panties and cries after getting paddled by a woman can't expect to tell his wife what to do!" She giggled as she finally brought my penis barely over the edge and immediately stopped touching, ruining the release in a dribbling, pleasure-less spill.

The look on my face must have expressed displeasure. She reminded me that this was not the way to demonstrate my acceptance of her punishment. I got paddled another dozen times, after which she sent me to stand in the corner dressed like a sissy from head to toe, holding a purse and balancing on high heels. She admired me from behind. A few minutes later, she told me to look inside the purse. I dreaded it. As I opened it, my face turned red. She teased me, "Baby, it's okay. I recall how a delicate female teacher once made you cry, so I figured you might need a packet of tissues." She stroked my tender buttocks. "Take time to simmer in your punishment, reflect on your birthday gift, and think about how to serve me better. Don't touch your butt or your penis, or else."

I thought to myself that in denying me, she was also missing out. But as if she read my mind, she whispered, "Punishing you and riding on your face has gotten me wet and excited. I desperately need a cock to pacify me." I stood in penance facing the corner. Soon, I heard my wife enjoying a deep penetrative orgasm with her battery-operated boyfriend. Her moans of satisfaction aroused me, making me intensely jealous that it wasn't my penis doing the deed. Afterward, she summoned me, "I'd like you to express your appreciation to my vibrator for doing to me what you're not allowed to." I felt mortified as she listened to me express my gratitude.

"That's good husband. Keep up the good attitude, or else next time, instead of a vibrator, I may invite a real man to fuck me in our bed while you stand in the corner." I dreaded the idea of being cuckolded and made up my mind to behave well. I continued the evening by giving my wife a deeply meditative body massage, focusing only on her and nothing else - not on my throbbing butt, not on the ruined orgasm, not on my feminine dress, not on the jealousy of the other cock, not on feeling sorry for myself. I focused only on my surrender at that moment.

Finally, my wife sentenced me to stay locked in virtual chastity all night, reminding me, "Keep my vibrator ready because I'm going to need another deep hard fucking tonight."

She concluded with a smile and a kiss, "Happy birthday!"